Now guys, I’m not trying to put down rock or the rock generation. I’m just trying to add a little historical perspective.
First, every musical generation or movement produces dominant figures that are remembered for a long, long time. Sure, teens today know who Elvis and the Beatles are. But then, kids in 1970 knew who Sinatra and Louis Armstrong and Benny Goodman were too, even if they didn’t consider them to be hip.
Second, the vast, vast majority of musical figures are forgotten to all but a handful of fanatics. Try asking an average 16-year old who Sam Cooke is, or the Crystals, or the Everly Brothers and you’ll get a blank stare. That has nothing to do with the quality of their music, it’s just the passage of time.
Third, it’s really no mystery that adult-oriented stations in the 50s didn’t play old records from the '30s and ‘40s. Let me explain how our grandparents’ radio experiences differed from our own. When they grew up in the '30s and '40s, most of the music heard on the radio was performed live. DJs playing records didn’t become the main form of radio until the early '50s. This meant that previous generations were far less concerned with hearing the “original versions” of songs then we are today.
To us, songs are specific recordings made by specific artists at a specific time. “Strawberry Fields Forever” is a specific recording made by the Beatles in 1967. Peter Gabriel’s version isn’t the Real Thing, and neither is the Ventures’ version. We’re conditioned to think that old music=old recordings.
Back in the '30s and '40s, though, scores of different artists might record a new song when it came out, and different versions of that song would jockey for top position on the hit parade. People would hear these different live versions on the radio, and buy a record as a souvenier of that experience. The songs and the performers were the important things, not specific recordings.
So it’s no surprise that when these folks hit middle age in the 1950s, they weren’t so hung up on hearing 20-year old “original” recordings of their favorite songs. They were perfectly content to hear re-recordings of old tunes, or their favorite artists doing new material. (There are some important exceptions like jazz fans, who have always obessesed over specific performances.)
Another thing to keep in mind is that radio of the period wasn’t heavily formatted. In 1945 there wasn’t one station aimed at 12-24 year old female dance-pop fans and another aimed at 35-50 year old male classic rock fans who earn more than $45,000 a year. The majority of big radio stations were aimed at a big, broad audience, which meant playing a wide (yet inoffensively bland) variety of music. It also meant broadcasting a lot of news and other talk programs we now associate with talk radio.
In the late 40s, early 50s, live performances of music dried up and the DJ became king. Then along came rock-n-roll in the mid-50s. Kids loved it, adults hated it, and the radio world split. Kids listened to a new format called Top 40, while the adults continued to listen to the same radio format they used to. This old format was now dubbed MOR, for Middle of the Road. MOR didn’t play anything too raucous–you might hear “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling” on it, but never “Louie Louie.” Most of the playlist, though, is devoted to old-fashioned pop music styles and big bands…just not the “original” recordings.
MOR continues through the 50s, 60s, and 70s on the AM band, then begins to decline rapidly in the 80s as its audience dwindles. For more on MOR radio, see
http://www.udel.edu/nero/Radio/mor.html
Growing up in the 70s, I naturally avoided MOR like the plague. It was horribly uncool, and it was on (yecch)lo-fi AM. Still, it was widespread in the older adult world, in offices and shops and on your grandparents’ car radios. I remember being forced to listen to it the barber shop. There was folksy, soft-spoken DJ who talked about 50% of the time and read many of the commericals live, there was the CBS News at the top and bottom of the hour, and there was music. Come to think of it, that barber shop radio is where I first heard Sinatra, Count Basie, and, for that matter, Ray Charles. Of course, I hated them all at the time. 